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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
reason_n	will_n	wit_n	work_v	3,308	5	10.7542	5	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A37242	A work for none but angels & men. That is to be able to look into, and to know our selves. Or a book shewing what the soule is, subsisting and having its operations without the body; its more th[e]n a perfection or reflection of the sense, or teperature of humours: how she exercises her powers of vegetative or quickening power of the senses. Of the imaginations or common sense, the phantasie, sensative memory, passions motion of life, local motion, and intellectual powers of the soul. Of the wit, understanding, reason, opinion, judgement, power of will, and the relations betwixt wit & wil. Of the intellectual memory, that the soule is immortall, and cannot dye, cannot be destroyed, her cause ceaseth not, violence nor time cannot destroy her; and all objections answered to the contrary.; Nosce teipsum. Selections	Davies, John, Sir, 1569-1626.	1653 (1653)	Wing D409; ESTC R207134	24,057	52

things sensible be numberlesse But onely five the Senses Organs be And in those five All things their formes expresse Which we can Touch Tast Feele or Hear or See These are the windows through the which she viewes The light of knowledge which is lifes load-starre And yet while she these spectacles doth use Oft worldly things seen greater then they are First the two Eyes which have the Seeing power Stand as one Watchman Spie or Sentinell Being plac'd alost within the Heads high Tower And though both see yet both but one thing tell These Mirrors take into their little space The formes of Moon and Sun and every Star Of every body and of every place Which with the worlds wide Armes embraced are Yet their best object and their noblest use Hereafter in another world will be When God in them shall heavenly light insuse That face to face they may their Maker see Here are they guides which do the body lead Which else would stumble in eternall night Here in this world they do much knowledge read And are the Casements which admit most light They are her farthest reaching instrument Yet they no beams unto their objects send But all the rayes are from their objects sent And in the Eyes with pointed Angels end Where Phantasie neare handmaid to the mind Sits and beholds and doth discern them all Compounds in one things diverse in their kind Compares the black and white the great and small Besides those single formes she doth esteem And in her ballance doth their values try Where some things good and some things ill do seem And neutrall some in her phantastick eye This busie power is working day and night For when the outward Senses rest do take A thousand Dreames phantasticall and light With fluttering wings do keep her still awake Yet alwayes all may not afore her be Successively she this and that intends Therefore such formes as she doth cease to see To Memories large volume she commends This Lidger Book lyes in the braine behind Like Janus eye which in his pole was set The Lay-mans Tables Storehouse of the mind Which doth remember much and much forget Here Senses Apprehension end doth take As when a stone is into water cast One Circle doth another Circle make Till the last Circle touch the bank at last But though the apprehensive power do pawse The Motive vertue then begins to move Which in the heart below doth passions cause Joy griefe and feare and hope and hate and love These passions have a free commanding might And diverse Actions in our life do breed For all acts done without true reasons light Do from the passion of the Sense proceed But sith the Braine doth lodge these powers of Sense How makes it in the heart those passions spring The mutuall love the kind intelligence 'Twixt heart and braine this sympathy doth bring From the kind heat which in the heart doth raigne The spirits of life doe their begining take These spirits of life ascending to the braine When they come there the Spirits of Sense do make These spirits of Sense in Phantasies high Court Judge of the formes of Objects ill or well And so they send a good or ill report Down to the heart where all Affections dwell If the report be good it causeth love And longing hope and well assured joy If it be ill then doth it hatred move And trembling fear and vexing grieff annoy Yet were these naturall affections good For they which want them blocks or divels be If reason in her first perfection stood That she might Natures passions rectifie Besides another Motive power doth rise Out of the heart from whose pure blood do spring The vitall Spirits which borne in Arteries Continuall motion to all parts doe bring This makes the pulses beat and lungs respire This holds the sinews like a bridles Raines And makes the body to advance retire To turne or stop as she them slacks or straincs Thus the Soule tunes the Bodies instrument These harmonies she makes with life and sense The Organs fit are by the Body lent But th' actions flow from the Soules influence But now I have a Will yet want a Wit To expresse the working of the Wit and Will Which though their root be to the body knit Use not the body when they use their skill These powers the nature of the Soule declare For to mans Soule these onely proper be For on the earth no other wights there are Which have these heavenly powers but only we The wit the pupil of the Soules clear eye And in mans world the onely shining Starre Looks in the mirrour of the Phantasie Where all the gatherings of the Senses are From thence this power the shapes of things abstracts And them within her passive part receives Which are enlightned by that part which acts And so the formes of single things perceives But after by discoursing to and fro Anticipating and comparing things She doth all universall natures know And all effects into their causes brings When she rates things moves from ground to ground The name of Reason she obtains by this But when by Reasons she the truth hath found And standeth sixt she Understanding is When her assent she lightly doth enclins To either part she is opinion light But when she doth by principles define A Certaine truth she hath true Judgements sight And as from Senses Reasons work doth spring So many Reasons understanding gaine And many understandings knowledge oring And by much knowledge wisdome we obtain So many staires we must ascend upright Ere we attain to wisdomes high degree So coth this earth eclipse our reasons light Which else in instants would like Angels see Yet hath the Soule a dowry naturall And sparks of light some common things to see Not being a blank where nought is writ at all But what the writer will may written be For nature in mens heart her lawes doth pen Prescribing truth to wit and good to will Which do accuse or else excuse all men For every thought or practise good or ill And yet these sparks grow almost infinite Making the world and all therein their food As fire so spreads as no place holdeth it Being nourisht still with new supplies of wood And though these sparks were almost quencht with sin Yet they whom that just one hath justified Have them encreasd with heavenly light within And like the widowes oyle still multiplide And as this wit should goodnesse truly know We have a wit which that true good should chuse Though will do oft when wit false forms doth show Take ill for good and good for ill refuse Will puts in practice what the wit deviseth Will ever acts and wit contemplates still And as from wit the power of wisdome riseth All other vertues daughters are of will Will is the Prince and wit the Counsellour Which doth for common good in Councel fit And when wit is resolv'd will lends her power To execute what is advisd by wit WILL Free to all ill till freed to none but ill Now this I will anon the same I ●ill Appetite ere while ere while Reason may Nere good but when Gods Sperit beares ●●●ay Wit is

it Birth or Gaole-delivery call In this third life Reason will be so bright As that her spark will like the Sun-beams shine And shall of God enjoy the real sight Being still increast by influence Divine O ignorant poor man wha● d●st thou bear Lock't up within the Casket of thy breast What Jewels and what riches hast thou there What heavenly treasure in so weak a chest Look in thy Soule and thou shalt beauties find Like those which drown'd Narcissus in the flood Honour and Pleasure both are in thy mind And all that in the world is counted good There are a Crew of fellowes of suppose That angle for their victualls with their nose As quick as Beagles in the smelling sence To smell a feast in Pauses 2 miles from thence Think of her worth and think that God did mean This worthy mind should worthy things embrace Blot not her beauties with thy thoughts unclean Nor her dishonour with thy passions base Kill not her quickning power with surfettings Mar not her sense with Sensuality Cast not her serious wit on idle things Make not her free-will slave to vanity And when thou think'st of her eternity Think not that death against her nature is Think it a birth and when thou goest to dye Sing like a Swan as if thou went'st to bliss And if thou like a Child didst fear before Being in the dark where thou did'st nothing see Now I have brought thee Torch-light fear no more Now when thou diest thou canst not hoodwinkt be Take heed of over-weening and compare Thy Peacocks feet with thy gay Peacocks train Study the best and highest things that are But of thy self an humble thought retain Cast down thy selfe and only strive to raise The glory of thy Makers sacred name Use all thy powers that blessed power to praise Which gives thee power to be and use the same FINIS What the Soule is That the soul is a thing subsisting by it selse without the body That the soul hath a proper Operation without the body That the soul is more then the temperatures of the humours of the Bodie That the soul is a Spirit That it cannot be a Body That the soul is created immediately by God Zech. 12.1 Erronious opinions of the creation of Soules That the soul is not traduced from the parents Reasons drawn from nature Why the soul is united to the body In what manner the Soule is united to the Body How the soul doth exercise her powers in the Body The vegetative or quickning power The power of Sense Sight The Phantasie The sensative Memory The passions of Sense The motion of life The locall motion The intellectuall powers of the Soule The Wit or understanding Reason Understanding Opinion Judgement Note The Power or Will The relations betwixt Wit and Will The Intellectual Memory An Acclamation That the soul is immortal cannot dye 1 Reason Drawne from the desire of Knowledge 2 Reason Drawne from the Motion of the Soule The Soule compared to a River 4 Reason From contempt of death in the better fort of 〈◊〉 4 Reason From the fear of death i' the wicked souls 5 Reason From the generall desire of imortality 6 Reason From the very doubt and dispuration of immortality That the soul cannot be destroyed Her cause ceaseth not She hath no contrary She can't dye for want of food Violence cannot destroy her Time cannot destroy her Objections against the immortality of the Soule 1 Objection Answer 2 Objection Answer 3 Objection Answer 4 Objection Answer 5 Objection Answer The generall consent of all Three kinds of life answerable to the three powers of the Soule An Acclamation

the minds chief Judge which doth Comptroul Of fancies Court the judgements false and vaine Will holds the Royall Scepter in the Soule And on the passions of the heart doth raigne Will is as Free as any Emperour Nought can restraine her gentle liberty No Tyrant nor no Torment hath the power To make us will when we unwilling be To these high powers a Store-house doth pertaine Where they all Arts and generall Reasons lay Which in the Soule even after death remaine And no Lethoean flood can wash away This is the Soule and those her Vertues be Which though they have their sundry proper ends And one exceeds another in degree Yet each on other mutually depends Our Wit is given Almighty God to know Our Will is given to love him being knowne But God could not be known to us below But by his works which through the sense are shown And as the Wit doth reap the fruits of Sense So doth the quickning power the Senses feed Thus while they do their sundry gifts dispence The best the service of the least doth need Even so the King his Magistrates do serve Yet Commons feed both Magistrate and King The Commons peace the Magistrates preserve By borrowed power which from the Pr. doth spring The quickning power would be and so would rest The Sense would not be onely but be well But Wits ambition longeth to be best For it desires in endlesse blisse to dwell And these three powers three sorts of men do make For some like plants their veins do only fill And some like beasts their senses pleasure take And some like Angels do contemplate still Therefore the Fables turn'd some men to Flowers And others did with brutish formes invest And did of others make celestiall powers Like Angels which still travell yet still rest Yet these three powres are not three Soules but one As one and two are both contain'd in three Three being one number by it selfe alone A shadow of the blessed Trinitie O what is man greater maker of mankind That thou to him so great respect dost bear That thou adornst him with so bright a mind Mak'st him a King and even an Angels peer O what a lively life what heavenly power What spreading vertue what a sparkling fire How great how plentifull how rich a dowre Do'st thou within this dying flesh inspire Thou leav'st thy print in other works of thine But thy whole image thou in man hast writ There cannot be a creature more divine Except like thee it should be infinit But it exceeds mans thought to think how high God hath raisd man since God a man became The Angels do admire this mystery And are astonisht when they view the same Nor hath he given these blessings for a day Nor made them on the bodies life depend The Soule though made in time survives for aye And though it hath beginning sees no end Her onely end is never ending blisse Which is th' eternall face of God to see Who last of ends and first of causes is And to do this she must eternall be How senslesse then and dead a Soule hath he Which thinks his Soule doth with his body dye Or thinks not so but so would have it be That he might sin with more security For though these light and vicious persons say Our Soule is but a smoak or airy blast Which during life doth in our nostrils play And when we die doth turn to wind at last Although they say come let us eat and drink Our life is but a spark which quickly dyes Though thus they say they know not what to think But in their minds ten thousand doubts arise Therefore no hereticks desire to spread Their light opinions like these Epicures For so their staggering thoughts are comforted And other mens assent their doubt assures Yet though these men against their conscience strive There are some sparkles in their flinty breasts Which cannot be extinct but still revive That though they would they cannot quite be beasts But who so makes a mirror of his mind And doth with patience view himselfe therein His Soules eternity shall clearly find Though th' other beauties be defac't with sin First in mans mind we find an appetite To learne and know the truth of every thing Which is connaturall and borne with it And from the Essence of the Soule doth spring With this desire she hath a native might To find out every truth if she had time Th' innumerable effects to sort aright And by degrees from cause to cause to clime But since our life so fast away doth slide As doth a hungry Eagle through the wind Or as a Ship transported with the tide Which in their passage leave no print behind Of which swift little time so much we spend While some few things we through the sense do strain That our short race of life is at an end Ere we the principles of skil attain Or God which to vain ends hath nothing done In vain this appetite and power hath given Or else our knowledge which is here begun Hereafter must be perfected in heaven God never gave a power to one whole kind But most part of that kind did use the same Most eyes have perfect sight though some be blind Most legs can nimbly run though some be lame But in this life no Soule the truth can know So perfectly as it hath power to do If then perfection be not found below An higher place must make her mount thereto Againe how can she but immortall be When with the motions of both will and wit She still aspireth to eternity And never rests till she attain to it Water in Conduit pipes can rise no higher Then the wel-head from whence it first doth spring Then since to eternall God she doth aspire She cannot be but an eternall thing All moving things to other things do move Of the same kind which shewes their nature such So earth fals down and fire doth mount above Till both their proper Elements do touch And as the moysture which the thirsty earth Sucks from the sea to fill her empty veins From out her womb at last doth take a birth And runs a Nymph along the grassie plaines Long doth she stay as loath to leave the land From whose soft side she first did issue make She tasts all places turnes to every hand Her flowry banks unwilling to forsake Yet nature so her streams doth lead and carry As that her course doth make no finall stay Till she her selfe unto the Ocean marry Within whose watry bosome first she lay Even so the Soule which in this earthly mould The Spirit of God doth secretly infuse

desire proceeds Which all men have surviving fame to gaine By Tombes by Books by memorable Deeds For she that this desires doth still remaine Hence lastly springs Care of Posterities For things their kind would everlasting make Hence is it that old men do plant young Trees The fruit whereof another age shall take If we these Rules unto our selves apply And view them by reflection of the mind All these true notes of immortality In our Hearts Tables we shall written find And though some impious wits do questions move And doubt if Soules immortall be or no That doubt their immortality doth prove Because they seem immortal things to know For he which Reasons on both parts doth bring Doth some things mortall some immortall call Now if himselfe were but a mortall thing He could not judge immortall things at all For when we judge our minds we mirrours make And as those glasses which material be Formes of materiall things do onely take For thoughts or minds in them we cannot see So when we God and Angles do conceive And think of truth which is eternal to Then do our minds immortal forms receive Which if they mortall were they could not do And as if Beasts conceiv'd what Reason were And that conception should distinctly show They should the name of reasonable bear For without Reason none could Reason know So when the Soule mounts with so high a wing As of eternal things she doubts can move She proofs of her eternity doth bring Even when she strives the contrary to prove For even the thought of Immortality Being an act done without the Bodies aid Shewes that her selfe alone could move and be Although the body in the grave were laid And if her selfe she can so lively move And never need a forraigne help to take Then must her motion everlasting prove Because her selfe she never can forsake But though corruption cannot touch the mind By any cause that from it selfe may spring Some outward cause fate hath perhaps design'd Which to the Soule may utter quenching bring Perhaps her cause may cease and she may die God is her cause his word her maker was Which shall stand fixt for all eternity When heaven and earth shall like a shadow passe Perhaps some thing repugnant to her kind By strong Antipathy the Soule may kill But what can be contrary to the mind Which holds all contraries in concord still She lodgeth heat and cold and moist and dry And life and death and peace and war together Ten thousand fighting things in her do lye Yet neither troubleth or disturbeth either Perhaps for want of food the Soule may pine But that were strange since all things bad and good Since all Gods creatures mortall and divine Since God himselfe is her eternall food Bodies are fed with things of mortal kind And so are subject to mortality But truth which is eternal feeds the mind The tree of life which will not let her dye Yet violence perhaps the Soul destroyes As lightning or the Sun-beams dim the sight Or as a thunder-clap or Cannons noyse The power of hearing doth astonish quite But high perfection to the Soule it brings T' encounter things most excellent and high For when she viewes the best and greatest things They do not hurt but rather clear her eye But lastly Time perhaps at last hath power To spend her lively powers and quench her light But old God Saturne which doth all devour Doth cherish her and still augment her might Heaven waxeth old and all the Spheares above Shall one day faint and their swift motion stay And Time it selfe in time shall cease to move Onely the Soule survives and lives for aye Our Bodies every footstep that they make March towards death untill at last they dye Whether we work or play or sleep or wake Our life doth passe and with times wings doth flye But to the Soule Time doth perfection give And adds fresh lustre to her beauty still And makes her in eternal youth to live Like her which Nectar to the God doth full The more she lives the more she feeds on truth The more she feeds her strength doth more increase And what is strength but an effect of youth Which if time nurse how can it ever cease But now these Epicures begin to smile And say my doctrine is more safe then true And that I fondly do my selfe beguile While these receiv'd opinions I ensue For what say they doth not the Soule wax old How comes it then that aged men do dote And that their braines grow sottish dull and cold Which were in youth the onely spirits of note What are not Soules within themselves corrupted How can there Idiots then by Nature be How is it that some wits are interrupted That now they dazled are now clearly see These Questions make a subtile Argument To such as think both Sense and Reason one To whom nor agent from the instrument Nor power of working from the work is knowne For if that region of the tender braine Wherein th' inward sense of phantasie should sit And th' outward senses gatherings should retaine By nature or by chance become unfit Either at first uncapable it is And so few things or none at all receives Or mar'd by accident which haps amisse And so amisse it every thing perceives Then as a cunning Prince that useth Spies If they returne no newes doth nothing know But if they make advertizement of Lyes The Princes Counsel all awry do go Even so the Soule to such a Body knit Whose inward senses undisposed be And to receive the formes of things unfit Where nothing is brought in can nothing see But if a Phrensie do possesse the braine It so disturbs and blots the formes of things As phantasie proves altogether vaine And to the wit no true relation brings Then doth the wit admitting all for true Build fond conclusions on those idle grounds Then doth it flie the good and ill pursue Beleeving all that this false Spie propounds But purge the humours and the rage appease Which this distemper in the fancy wrought Then will the wit which never had disease Discourse and judge discreetly as it ought Then these defects in Senses Organs be Not in the Soule or in her working might She cannot loose her perfect power to see Though mists clouds do choke her window light The Soule in all hath one Intelligence Though too much moisture in an Infants braine And too much drinesse in an old mans sense Cannot the prints of outward things retaine Then doth the Soule want work and idle sit And this we childishnesse and dotage call Yet hath she then a quick and active wit If she had stuffe and tools to work withall As a good Harper stricken far in years Into whose cunning hands the Gout doth fall All his old Crotchets in his braine he bears But on his Harp playes ill or not at all Then dotage is no